The next morning, as the Imperial Academy buzzed with the cries of a rooster about to be butchered, Zhou Li walked into the Lizi Class wearing a dark blue robe with cloud patterns, carrying Tang Wan in a daze.
After casually throwing Tang Wan onto her seat, Zhou Li also sat down in his own chair. He looked at the unfriendly gazes of about a dozen people led by Wang Hui, smiled slightly, and took out an object to place on the table.
"I didn't expect you'd have the guts to show up."
Wang Hui sneered as he spoke.
"And I didn't expect you would either."
Zhou Li's gaze shifted downward, speaking with pity, "Do you still have sensation?"
"It's really you, motherfucker!"
Slamming his hand down on the table, Wang Hui roared in despair, "Who taught you to add a sealing drug to the laxative?!"
"Shit, you can still stand up."
Zhou Li exclaimed in shock, "Did you manage to push it out?"
"You!"
